Poem By Wojja Fink
From the back cover of a book called
Wonders of Spiritual Unfoldment
It is obvious enough when one looks at the sky
That the sun is obscured when clouds pass by
With this natural act I’ll endeavour to show
How the problems of life diminish and go
For problems arise when we take by mistake
Changing scenes for our permanent state.
Within each of us shines a similar sun
Dependant on nothing, beholden to none
In all things sufficient, with freedom and bliss
It’s there from our birth, and it’s what a man is
Now that you may query, but look and you’ll find
How your sun gets hidden by clouds in the mind.
By John Butler